Full Moon

On your lips still glows, the longing ˆ 
You have my love letters;
Against the window you have thrown it.
From the artificial mirror 
Screams your face.

I saw him ˆ 
He was hanging from the tree;
I had watched him secretly
‰The full moon‰
From the rooftops, they fell like snow, the white pigeons.
I was there,
In your garden, I was ˆ 
Moonstruck after you with holey shoes.

Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann

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